In 1991, the world was introduced to a meek housewife, played by Geena Davis named Thelma.

Thelma has a friend with a bit of a chip on her shoulder named Louise. This feisty character is played by the real life feisty Susan Sarandon.

Here’s the plot: Thelma wants to get out of the house from her controlling husband to go on a weekend fishing trip with the independent waitress friend. Thelma get drunk at ome seedy bar, ends up in the parking lot nearly raped by some red neck with Momma issues. Louise saves Thelma, but the man opens his man mouth, says some stupid man things, which pisses off Louise who puts a bullet in his man ego. Well, actually, it went into his chest. Now these two end up on a flight from the law in Thunderbird.

In between all this nonsense, overacting, bad choices and too much hair spray, Thelma runs across a young thief, played by Brad Pitt.

Meanwhile, Harvey Keitel, looking raggedy as always like he slept in his suit, feebly attempts to convince the women to turn themselves in.

Twenty five years ago this was an amazing movie. Today, watching this, Thelma got on my damned nerves. How can any woman be that much of a ditz! Secondly, Louise didn’t have to kill the man, she could have maimed him or something. This little disregard for life segues into the ending, which now is more perfect, because these two nincompoops should not have lived any more anyway.